Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused,

a brain fart.

speechless,

and nobody knew him?

Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a heads up.

and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien to her, making for a challenging

pages with a heavy sigh.

have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true

down

until 11:30 PM when Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You

good advice, nodded in agreement.

new message popped up

are you asking about this

a moment before replying

response came quickly, No way. Is he in Greenmeadow?]

[Yes, do you know

sending back a

mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t

deeply, replying. I can’t stay

thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But how could

she could decide,

moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do

Louie went silent.

ten minutes, but still no message.

showering and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a

knew. He actually knew!

have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by

typed a single word – [Okay]

and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the

Everard’s number. What could

answered, and a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered,

stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before

voice so soothing